Part 3 - Service with a smile
Continuation from earlier this may be a bit long winded but I hope you will enjoy.
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The bar was relatively quiet, a few party goers drinking in one corner and a couple of couples sitting by the fireplace.
Approaching the bar, I was greeted by a smiling young barman, who looked remarkably fresh for the lateness of the day. Ordering a whisky I climbed onto a bar stool, adjusted my kilt so that I wasn't exposing myself and began to watch this young barman who was serving me.
He was around 5' 10", slim build blond hair in his early twenties probably with what looked like a nice firm ass, under his black tuxedo trousers, he was wearing a black full length bar apron protecting his black waistcoat and trousers, a white wing collared shirt, a red silk bow tie, matching the red silk of the back of his waistcoat and black highly polished shoes completed his apparel, turning back to me and placing my drink down in front of me, he asked if I required anything else to which I replied not at the moment but I would be sure to let him know if he could assist me.
Thanking me he said his name was Stuart and that I was to just call him as he was finishing off restocking and cleaning down the bar.
"Thank you Stuart," I replied lifting my glass and taking a small sip of the amber nectar, savouring the smell and taste of it. Watching him as he resumed his chores, I enjoyed the sight of his firm looking arse as he bent to restock the shelves. He was defiantly arousing my interest as I felt my cock stirring under my kilt.
Laughing inwardly at myself I shook my head, being a suit fetishist, I was so highly aroused tonight with all the formally dressed guys around I was feeling like a kid in a sweetie shop. Thinking back to my encounter with John, it had been unexpected, but oh so pleasurable, to find a kindred spirit, I hoped that we might manage to find some time alone when we could further pleasure each other, after all he had definitely shown an interest in taking things further.
Slowly sipping on my whisky I had been inadvertently watching Stuart as he moved around the bar, I wasn't normally attracted to young guys but Stuart in his formal work uniform was certainly peeking my interest.
"Can I refresh your drink Sir?"
Snapping out of my daydream, I smiled at Stuart, thanked him for his service and said that I had better retire as it had been a long night. Returning my smile he thanked me and added that if I should require anything just to ask for him. Walking away from the bar I looked back at him, he was still watching me, I replied that I would, thanking him again.
Getting back to our suite I entered quietly not wanting to disturb my wife, who I expected to be asleep by now. Removing my jacket and then my waistcoat, hanging them in the closet, I moved over to the bed to find Shona, draped on top of it, still wearing her dress, quietly snoring away. I gently tried to wake her, but she was totally out of it, I managed to move her so as I could remove her dress, no easy task as it was so figure hugging, once removed I then rolled down her stockings, then managed to get her under the covers. Kissing her forehead I whispered good night darling, to which I got a mumbled thanks from her.
Moving through to the bathroom I untied my bowtie and undid the top couple of buttons on my shirt, allowing my bowtie to hang around my shirt collar, moving my sporran to the side I lifted my kilt and began to relieve myself, surprised to find my warm cock starting to thicken as I emptied my bladder, my god I was feeling so horny, finishing I moved to the sink and began to wash my cock removing any wayward signs of my earlier activities, unfortunately this only seemed to arouse me further, I couldn't believe how turned on I seemed to be. Moving back to the bedroom, my kilt tenting with my arousal I realised that Shona was in no state to help me, grabbing my cigarettes and the room key I quietly exited the room, made my way to the elevator and back down to the hotel lobby, the place was deserted apart from the girl at the reception desk who smiled as I walked thru the foyer to the bar.
"Hi Stuart." I said as I walked up to the bar, turning around he flashed me a warm smile.
"What can I get you Sir?" as he moved towards me, "Refill?"
"I'm sorry are you closing up?" looking around at an empty bar area.
"Sort of Sir, but I can still serve you if you wish"
By this time I was at the Bar counter, I apologised to him and said that I would let him finish up.
"Not at all Sir what can I get you?"
"Well, actually I would really like a coffee," I went on, "I just fancied a cup to go with my last cigarette of the night"
"Not a problem Sir, I have just made a fresh pot for myself" he responded. "I'll bring it out to you sir, how do you take it?"
"Oh thank you, just black will be fine, will you care to join me?" my cock starting to twitch again in the presence of this blonde hottie.
"Thank you Sir, I would enjoy that," he replied his face lighting up with that smile again, as he turned around and disappeared thru the back of the bar, my eyes drawn to that lovely butt of his as he walked away.
Moving out to the patio area I moved to a secluded corner and sat down at a table and chairs and lit up. Stuart appeared, after a few minutes carrying a silver tray with our coffees, apologising for taking so long, but that he had had to lock up the bar, then drop of the keys and another pot of coffee at the reception desk. I told him that there wasn't a problem as I took my cup of coffee from him, thanking him.
"So Stuart is that you finished or are you on a break?"
"Oh I'm finished, I'm not on again till the afternoon," he replied as he undid his apron took it off and placed it on the table beside the tray, at last I got a proper look at him, he was every bit the young hottie I had thought, his waistcoat taut and tapered into his waist, his trousers equally tight and showing off the curves of his butt and when he turned to face me a lovely looking bulge in them, which he tried to hide with his hands before sitting down opposite me and quickly crossing his legs to hide his rather obvious bulge. I looked up at his face, even in the dim light of the patio you could see the redness of his blush.